They dreamt about water glowing with warm seductive colors
colors damn and dark, perhaps mysterious
they enjoyed mystery for it is unknown
their love was unknown, not understood
feelings very strong pushed out their hearts
when it didn't work they didn't understand
but who was there to ask in a city so dark no one stepped out to sea
they went to sleep to ask their dreams for awaken answers
for love is never a reality in the dark waters.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Earth goes away.
What do I do when the earth keeps going further and further awayI lost my touch a long time ago
the sun didn't shine where you lied
your lies didn't shine through me
I hoped my truth would kiss you a believer
disbelieving in me so passionately it wasn't possible on my earth
what do I do when the earth keeps going further and further away
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Changing Branches.
We swam through the shallow debts of our souls, looking for a shore far from home
With new exposures and new sets of frames, for those were the things wrong, the things we blamed
We were ashamed of our individual histories, hoping to create this unfamiliar, improved past
We didn’t realize we had to find the roots to understand the growth through branches
Our climates changed and we were not prepared
Your hurricanes blew up my soul into pieces and my dramatic earthquakes shook you up to real
So I took my mirrors of pasts and set them up for a new reflection
My boots are made out of the best leather and will walk to another weather
Friday, April 1, 2011
Drama queen bitch.
I know I’m silenced but I want to scream
The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point
The only party I ever wanted to go..
Existed only in my head
Parties with out typical scenes and typical randomness
Chanter, banter
I’m really ready to go home type of thing
Its every film we watched when we were thirteen
My scarred impressions of reactions from reactions
Seem to differ from most
Who is most.
Everyone but me,
I suppose.
I suppose I’m over reacting
Playing my role in my own typical drama flick
There is absolutely no point to my point
That’s my fucking point
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